Текст песни Никита Прокопьев - В России

Poems Nina Iskrenko

In Russia, it was always possible to shoot a cigarette
Ask moonshine
Ulyu Kcribed Doors
Tear dahlias on flowerbed
Follow Saturday
With a friend of childhood to the cheerful black sea

Meeting on the street
work to finish in the sort
In nature, there was always a latitude to excess
To the tasks and breasts are noticeable love before the shear
Love is not a game!
How is the chalk in the depths of the sixth entrance
In Russia, you could always kill a person
And wipe on the ground
Grass
And Berezu
Always a man dubbing a strange conscience
Gears of fruits awarded to the sacrifice of his native people
In the country from which all the angels visible long ago turned away
And all the carbusers left with her head to work
In Russia you can always easily and freely
before fucking
Go and shoot a cigarette